In the Beginning... (Continued, Yeah I know, a couple of days late)

-- High School --

I was really excited to start high school, probably for a number of reasons. One of which was that I was no longer around the hell that was my old school. Another was that I already knew a couple of people that were at CHS, including my Kindergarten sweetheart. Yeah, I know, cute right. But I hadn't seen her in years. Anyway, High school was a great experience. I ended up becoming friends with some of the ass holes that were with me in elementary school, and made new friends quickly. Of course none of that really mattered all that much as it relates to my "becoming Hannah." At age 16, I got my first job. It was good at first, bet eventually got boring. The advantage was that I could buy things. Girly things. Things I knew wouldn't rip or tear or that I would grow out of as I had more or less stop growing. Then I discovered the useful online Internet shopping site, known as eBay. It allowed me to get whatever I wanted, without needing to go out and shop. And so I continued to live my life in the closet, buying clothes on eBay and hiding myself from the rest of the world, with the exception of a few close friends, who, for some reason, I knew would be accepting of me. I wasn't ready to commit social suicide in High School as it was going very well for me. Then a disaster...

-- Mom's Discovery --

As I was packing to go away to be a councillor for a summer camp I had attended in HS, my mom had peered into what I had packed AND FOUND EVERYTHING GIRLY I HAD PACKED!
I went away to camp, without the knowledge that she had found my stash, until my sister called me to give me the heads up, so I knew what to expect. I talked things over with my mom and I gave her the impression that all I was was a cross-dresser. When that discussion was over, we continued on with life. After all college was only weeks away and I couldn't wait to be on my own.

-- College --

I was very excited to go away to school. It would allow me to have all of my girly things out and around my living area whenever I wanted. Remember, my parents don't know I am trans yet, and frankly, I wasn't 100% sure yet either. There weren't many developments during my first college stint. Although the college was relatively liberal, the area certainly wasn't. And so I finished college, and I was offered a job in none other than...

-- Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada --

That's right, my favorite city in the world, Las Vegas. Not a bad place to find support and discussion groups either. As I settled into my Long-Term Hotel Living environment while I looked for a condo, I though it was a dream come true. My first job out of broadcasting school in the city I love most. I ended up going to my first "adult store" in order to find some clothes such as corsets to wear. I figured the best way to find the right fit was to do it in person, and after all, it was an adult store, so I figured it would be safe. And it was. Although I got bored with the job (recording weddings) after about a week, it still was a good life and a good living. I worked 5 days a week from 9-5 and had Monday and Tuesday off (which in Vegas is great because nobody is there and the banks are open). About 3 weeks into the job, I got laid off. It was terrible. Apparently they thought that I wasn't learning the system fast enough. I am sorry if it takes me a little time to learn how to control 3 cameras, run audio, and several recoding devices in perfect sync, especially with a shitty setup. Anyway, I was bored with the job as it was and things worked out in the end. I had already paid for another week in the hotel, so I figured that I could search for another job, but also enjoy a week in Vegas. So I looked, and I sent out resumes, and had fun. I even won $700 at the craps tables at the Oreleans, which is good because it paid for the repairs to my car so I could make it to...

-- Tucson --

My step dad was driving down with one of his friends and a lot of stuff that he moved out of his old house, I think. Anyway, their trip took them right through the city so they helped me pack up my things and head down to Tucson. As I didn't have a job or money, I had to move in with mom. It was ok, but over time, especially with a big tv, things tend to get old, fast. I shopped around for jobs and eventually found one that was part time. Not enough to pay the bills for an apartment, but at least enough to cover some cost of living, along with car insurance.

-- The University of Arizona --

(Coming soon to a blog near you, as I gotta go to class)

In the Beginning...

I suppose I should start from the beginning to explain who I am and how I came to begin becoming Hannah. I will not reveal what my given name was as here I am Hannah and ONLY Hannah.

When I was young, I always felt that something was wrong, that I was wrong. However, I wasn't sure exactly what was wrong, as I'm sure this story begins with many T-Girls, especially young ones.

-- The Evil Catholic School --

Regardless of the fact that I hated where I went to elementary and middle school, I was always jealous of the cute blue/green plaid jumpers and subsequently, skirts, that the girls got to wear. In addition to that, I would eat lunch at the girls' table, which was technically against the rules, but I was never stopped, probably because the boys tormented me to the point that I'm surprised that I made it out of there with my sanity in tact.

-- At Home --

As I grew to the age of 12, I started experimenting with my sister's dress-up trunk full of clothes. my favorite was a bright ruby red dress, which may have been appropriate for someone heading to prom in the 80s, but certainly not today. Unfortunately, as I continued to grow, the dress grew tighter and tighter and eventually, it became a casualty of my growth spurt. Damn these male genes of mine. This was right around the time when my parents began their divorce, which lasted much longer than it should have, but in the end, everything turned out OK. When my parents' divorce was final, we moved to a new house, that was closer to the hell that was my catholic school (interesting contradiction, don't you think?)

-- The New House --

We moved to a larger house in the West End of T (How I will refer to my hometown for the sake of security). It was a good place to grow up as there were other kids that went to the same hell hole of a school as me, but a few years younger, so no conflicts there. As I grew older, I had to decide where to go to high school, as there is not always a direct path from private school to private school. I had a number of options...

1. I could reapply to a private catholic high school that had already declined my application and go through all over again what I had already experienced, only on a much higher level.

2. I could just go with the TPS option, which was OK, but I didn't really like what I saw.

3. I could attempt to get into a school district known as UPSD (Again, Abbreviated for security). At the time, their high school, G.R.C. Senior High, was in the top 10 in the nation, (not so much now, thanks a lot P.B.) and so I thought it would be a great opportunity.

As it turns out, I was accepted into CHS and it was the best thing that could have possibly happened to me.

The Story Continues Tomorrow with...

-- High School --